But he must not. This very night, before the morning papers came out, she must explain. He must see; he must appreciate her efforts.
She rushed into her dressing-room and called her maid. Contrary to her Puritan notions, she frankly sought to beautify herself.
She remembered that it was the anniversary of her coming to this house. She got out her wedding-dress, and although it hung loosely, the maid draped the Silver Fleece beautifully about her.
She heard her husband enter and come upstairs. Quickly finishing her toilet, she hurried down to arrange the flowers, for they were alone that night. The telephone rang. She knew it would ring upstairs in his room, but she usually answered it for he disliked to. She raised the receiver and started to speak when she realized that she had broken into the midst of a conversation.
‚Äú‚ÅÝ‚Äîcommittee won‚Äôt meet tonight, Harry.‚Äù
“So? All right. Anything on?”
‚ÄúYes‚ÅÝ‚Äîbig spree at Nell‚Äôs. Will you go?‚Äù
“Sure thing; you know me! What time?”
“Meet us at the Willard by nine. S’long.”
“Goodbye.”
She slowly, half guiltily, replaced the receiver. She had not meant to listen, but now to her desperate longing to keep him home was added a new motive. Where was ‚ÄúNell‚Äôs‚Äù? What was ‚ÄúNell‚Äôs‚Äù? What was‚ÅÝ‚Äîand there was fear in her heart. At dinner she tried all her powers on him. She had his favorite dishes; she mixed his salad and selected his wine; she talked interestingly, and